Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.